Okay okay I'm busted. I'd shot an easy 150 foot double haul clear across the river and into the brush on the other side. It was my last fly, and it was working like crazy. So what was I supposed to do, just let it go? Would you? So I stripped down, swam across and got it back. Then I was feeling kind of numb so I sat awhile on a rock to warm back up. After I'd warm'd back up it was clear that the fish had stopped biting so I just left. Maybe you bunch of pussies just don't want to catch steelies as bad as others.
Or I could be pulling your leg.
But I have stripped down and swam for a quail that my dog didn't mark in the water. It was maybe worse than this, as the water was muddier than hell and it was raining.
Swim naked in the winter my friends, at least once in your lives.
You can't call yourself an outdoorsman if you don't.
Elwood: It's 106 miles to Chicago, we got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, it's dark... and we're wearing sunglasses.
Jake: Hit it.
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